Inspired by Exule:
How could a race, proudly, designed for combat walk away from such a glorious war? That thought continues to echo the units head, floating through space left with little time to ponder much else. Having fought the Aspha race to a stand still through the decades he was sure that the disposition of his hive would have prevailed where their weapons failed. At the very least we should have pressed on until the miners sued for peace he thought to himself. Playing events though his head the unit found it infuriated him as much now as ever, built for war!
After the armistice with the miners several of the older units, among whom he was chief, attempted to sway the hive to reject the current `leadership` which was set by the number of members and replace it with a geritocracy which would have put him in a position to renew hostilities. He led the rebellion against the skruen race that created them; he led the growth of the empire it was his right to rule. When the hive leadership got wind of his plans they used their numbers to force all the details out, despite the fact he was among the strongest even he could not overcome the voices of so many screaming inside his head.
He and the other older units were deemed to have programming to obsolete to adjust to the new order. Because of millennia of service their lives were `spared` as they were ejected into the vacuum of space and their fate was left to chance, well the infinitesimal chance that they would encounter something other than a gamma ray burst, strong solar gravity well, or just drift until their power cells ran too low to support their organic components. Of the 64 units who rebelled if even one survived this `mercy` the unit was determined it would be him. And this time unlike aeons ago he would not share power with other units, his hive would bow to him their will becoming his own. For now it would be best to shutdown and use all available power to support the organics
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